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Post by Dante on Dec 18, 2005 2:23:42 GMT -5
I might actually have begged, if you hadn't laughed cruelly. Although I still look forward to the next Entries.
As ever, your writing style is one of the highlights of the story.
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Post by PJ on Dec 18, 2005 2:59:48 GMT -5
I might actually have begged, if you hadn't laughed cruelly. Although I still look forward to the next Entries. As ever, your writing style is one of the highlights of the story. Uh, it was more of a WackY giggle, than a cruel laugh. ;D And thanks.
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Antenora
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Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on Dec 18, 2005 7:38:20 GMT -5
That evil laugh does rather intimidate me...
Very cool and mad WacKY. As always, the footnotes and snide author's commentary are great.
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Post by SF on Dec 18, 2005 8:46:21 GMT -5
Haha, I made PJ post this. *rubs hands together in a sinister-like manner*
I liked this, PJ. I wonder what will become of Antenora. Now both Ennui and Dante have someone they love captured in the evil clutches of Darth Lord PJ. Or is the Dantenora-ship irrelevant to this story?
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Post by Ennui on Dec 18, 2005 12:20:20 GMT -5
Just caught up...splendid...
Ennui's Illustrious Combat Results
Won-1 Drew-0 Lost-4
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Post by PJ on Dec 18, 2005 18:41:43 GMT -5
Just caught up...splendid... Ennui's Illustrious Combat Results Won-1 Drew-0 Lost-4 Ah, quit whining, or I'll make you die at the hands of an albino hamster.
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Post by Ennui on Dec 19, 2005 3:34:28 GMT -5
That would be rather amusing. Just let me kill the proverbial goldfish first.
My lacklustre fighting skills are only true to life, and anyway I take solace in the fact that I'm the Order of the Intellect's best art dealer, a far more interesting job than hacking people apart...
Also, I get all the cool "don't do this, return to the side of good, you're a noble person really" speeches! What more could I ask for?
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Post by PJ on Dec 19, 2005 7:27:01 GMT -5
Also, I get all the cool "don't do this, return to the side of good, you're a noble person really" speeches! What more could I ask for? A Victory once in a while?
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Post by Amber on Dec 19, 2005 11:52:15 GMT -5
I've just read it all. It's really good PJ.
While I was away everyone started writing again! I should just keep away permanently.
I don't know the story of Star Wars, so I don't know what'll happen. I don't even know if it's following the story. I'm too lazy/cheap to watch/buy the films.
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Post by PJ on Dec 19, 2005 18:17:45 GMT -5
I've just read it all. It's really good PJ. While I was away everyone started writing again! I should just keep away permanently. I don't know the story of Star Wars, so I don't know what'll happen. I don't even know if it's following the story. I'm too lazy/cheap to watch/buy the films. It's not. I only borrowed spaceships, lightsabers and the Code from Star-Wars. Well, and the Emperor and Jedi, I guess.
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Post by PJ on Dec 20, 2005 6:23:05 GMT -5
Entry Six
When J. and Akbar returned to the Training Centre on Ebaums World, they instantly knew something was wrong. For one, there was absolutely no sign of Linda, or Jemima, whom they had expected to see* at the academy.
*They hadn’t been informed about the whole PJ-Amber-Intelecteer triangle thing going on. Plot device.
For another, Orangey Twixet and Snicketface were also missing. “I’ll go to the radio-tower, and ask where everyone is.” Akbar instantly said, and set off. “And I’ll go looking for them.” J. said, and also set off.
Once she was out of the hall, it hit her like a hammer. They were at the Falls. Should she go call Akbar? No time. This was urgent. Something bad was happening. Orangey and Snicketface where at the falls. And they needed help.
The Falls were another thing Ebaum had decided would look good on his site. It was, essentially, a huge hole in the ground, in which water flowed, and was then pumped back up again, to form a massive circular water fall. It was a spectacular sight*.
*It cost an inordinate amount of money, though.
J. hurried off. It was urgent. Ahead, at the edge of the Falls, she saw the flash of lightsabers. Oh no. Snicketface’s was green, and Orangey Twixet’s was light blue. And they were fighting. Not practice; for real. This was going from bad to bad-ass.
J. was running. The pair were fighting up on a grassy bit above the actual Falls, it was a beautiful place to look down and admire the beauty of it all. And it was a great place for murder, as J. would soon discover. “Stop!” She yelled, but the two continued to fight. She came closer, and, all of a sudden, Orangey’s lightsaber cut deep into Snicketface’s side, and the latter fell, screaming, and clutching her side. Orangey raised her saber, preparing to strike, when J. blasted her aside, so that she landed with a thud in the grass. She didn’t move.
Snicketface crawled towards J., and grabbed her lightsaber, and put it in her belt. J. knelt at her side. “Are you ok?” She asked, inspecting her wound. It was pretty deep, but it wasn’t fatal. “No.” Snicketface coughed hard, her face screwed up in pain. “She…took me here…tried to push me off cliff…” she coughed again. “Haxx0r. Orangey…is a spy.” She sat up, and whimpered slightly in pain. “Are you sure?” J. asked, helping her up. “Yeah…look out!”
J. turned just as Orangey leapt at her, tackling Snicketface over the edge of the Falls. They all screamed, and J., who had been holding Snicketface, fell, too. She grabbed the edge of the falls, though, and hung there, her hands digging into the grass and the earth frantically. Captiosus, in bear form, loomed above her, and Walter put himself, hilt-end, under her foot and pushed upwards. She leapt for Captiosus, and grabbed a big paw, and was lifted up over the edge. She looked down, and saw nothing. But she felt the Code of the two girls being snuffed out as they hit the bottom of the Falls.
Akbar came running. “What happened? Half-way to the tower, I felt something behind me…are you hurt?” J. shook her head. “Snicketface and Orangey were…duelling.” She stood up. “Orangey is…was a Haxx0r spy. She tackled us over the edge…they’re dead.” “They’re dead? She was a spy? Are you sure?” J. nodded, breathing hard. “We have to tell the others.”
Dante awoke. His head hurt. These days, he seemed to be being thrown around a lot. He sat up. Rubbed his eyes. Ennui lay in the corner. PJ? Amber? Robert? Antenora? It was just him and Ennui. He stood and looked out of the window. PJ’s and Robert’s ship had gone. Their own ship remained. What had happened?
Dante staggered over to Ennui, and shook him. He didn’t wake. That’s right…he had been injected with the tranquilizer. Dante, using the Code, picked him up, and began to descend from the tower. Antenora was in the ship, surely.
His head had cleared somewhat, and as he lay Ennui down on one of the beds, and injected a counter-drug, he searched the ship. “Antenora?” He yelled, looking through the entire ship. But she was gone. Gone!
When he returned to the sick bay, Ennui had awoken. “What happened?” “PJ is gone. So is Robert. Amber and Antenora are missing, too…” “He took them?” Ennui said, sitting up. Dante nodded, solemnly. “This is bad…we have to alert the others.” “I’ll tell them to meet us at Ebaums World.” Dante said, and left to the cockpit.
Antenora opened her eyes. She was on some sort of ship. She sat up…but realised she was already up. Strange lightning bolts held her arms and her legs, so that she couldn’t move. Worse yet, the lightning seemed to be stopping her from reaching for the Code…she was powerless.
She glanced to her side, and was surprised to see Amber hanging beside her. She, too, was awake. She gazed at the floor, lost in thought. “Amber? Are you ok?” No reply. “Everything is going to be all right.” Antenora said after another moment of silence. “You helped PJ…” Amber rasped, still staring at the floor. “You were out of control. We only wanted to capture you, so we could help you.” Amber sneered, and turned away. What did PJ want with them? Had he hurt Dante and Ennui? She felt saddened by the thought. What was going to happen, now?
PJ came into the room. “Evening, ladies. You two are about to help me further my evil, sadistic plans to kill all the Intelecteers.” “How? What do you plan to do with us?” PJ laughed. “Yeah, like I’m going to tell you now. If something goes wrong, it will be through no fault of my own. So don’t even try to trick me into telling you all of my evil plans, or stalling, or something lame like that.” “Then why are you talking to us? Why are you here?” Antenora said, cleverly. “To gloat.” PJ replied with a grin, and gloated.
They were all there. Celinra, Akbar, J., Pandora, BSam, Dante and Ennui. They all sat, staring solemnly into space. “Orangey must have been the one to put the bomb in my ship, back on Ee-Bay.” Celinra said, finally. “So what do we do now? All of our apprentices are dead, and PJ has Antenora and Amber!” Akbar said, throwing up his hands in frustration. “Suicidal frontal attack?” Dante suggested, and Ennui nodded.
“On what, though? His personal cruiser? We don’t even know where that is…” Celinra said, sipping some coffee. “Actually…” Pandora said, smiling mischievously. “I’ve been spying on the Empire for the last few weeks…and I know the exact location of the Cruiser.” Dante and Ennui stood. “Lead on!” They shouted, dramatically. Everyone else stood, as well. PJ wouldn’t stand a chance against all seven of them. Besides, things had been getting boring of late. Nothing to spice up their lives like a suicidal frontal attack against their most hated enemy.
They were* in a graveyard. A small site, that was just one big graveyard. It was a flat plot of land, covered by a huge dome of glass that acted as an artificial atmosphere of sorts, and several machines below the earth kept the gravity normal, and the air fresh. In the distance, loomed PJ’s gigantic space cruiser.
*’nora and Amber were hand-cuffed with strange anti-Code…cuffs.
“Welcome,” PJ said, sweeping his hand grandly, “To the sacred burial ground of the Haxx0rz.” Antenora gasped. She had felt the evil oozing from the place...now she knew what it was. Every single evil Intelecteer in the existence of the Internet had been buried here…that was a lot of evil.
PJ led them to a relatively recent tomb, it seemed quite new, and placed them in strange white pentagrams that had been drawn on the ground around it. PJ and Antenora stood on one side of the tomb, within their respective pentacles, whilst Amber stood in front of the tomb, in her pentacle. PJ grinned maliciously. “It begins.”
About halfway to the Battle Cruiser, they all felt it. Code. Huge amounts of it. Vast amounts. Coming from…something to the side of the cruiser. Not on it. Somewhere…to the side of it. “Go faster!” J. urged, tugging on Celinra’s sleeve. She went faster.
“You, who once lived, we implore, live again!” PJ shouted loudly, and began to summon the Code, and to direct it into the coffin, into the corpse lying inside. Antenora felt a sudden compulsion to do the same; her handcuffs snapped, and suddenly she was filled with the Code…she too directed it into the tomb. She had no choice. She was just a cable, a means to use the Code. She screamed, and tried to jump out of the pentagram, but was held fast by invisible walls. She was completely powerless.
Amber, too, felt the Code stirring…the torrent of energy suddenly blasted through her, into the tomb. She also screamed, and sank to the floor, as she summoned more and more Code, more than she had ever summoned before…
The coffin began to shake, and rumble…the power of the good, bad, and neutral Code combined to form the Code. The ULTIMATE Code. The True Code. And lots of it. This True Code began to crack the tomb, it began to bend and distort it, much like the pen in PJ’s pocket had done. The coffin could not handle the True Code…the only thing that can sustain said True Code is…life. People. The True Code courses through our very veins. So whilst the coffin began to shudder and break, the True Code had an entirely different effect on the corpse within the coffin. It was a corpse...it lacked the certain spark of life. It lacked the True Code. And now it was receiving it. But it needed more. “More!” PJ yelled, and summoned furiously. “MORE!”
“Go go go go!” Pandora yelled, punching the dashboard. They were needed. Desperately. It was like they were metals, being drawn towards a powerful magnet. They had to be there. They HAD to go to the source of this vast…strange…Code. The ship sped towards the tiny graveyard at a phenomenal speed, every second they came closer, just as every second more and more Code was being used ahead of them.
The tomb began to crack, the three were filled to the absolute brim with Code…
…Celinra hit the brake, and began to dock…
…the corpse within the coffin began to twitch…
…the door burst open, and the Intelecteers ran out…
…just as the tomb exploded outwards, sending shards of stone in every direction. PJ, Antenora and Amber were sent flying, as the corpse became fully animated…
…the dust cleared, and the Intelecteers gazed in horror as a red lightsaber lit up, but the red glow coming from the sword was nothing, NOTHING, compared to the evil red glow that emanated from the Undead Swans’ eyes.
PJ's Musings: Awesome Entry. Best so far. One more to go.
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Post by A. the Returned on Dec 20, 2005 6:34:59 GMT -5
Oooh, very nice. I liked all the suspense.
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on Dec 20, 2005 7:35:46 GMT -5
Ooh....scary. Very good entry. As always, the footnotes are quite clever.
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Post by SF on Dec 20, 2005 8:10:30 GMT -5
Ah, so my time has come to an end. To bad PJ told me I'd die in this entry
Anyways, I really liked this one, very suspenseful... and.... yeah suspenseful.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Dec 20, 2005 11:15:20 GMT -5
Ooh, very suspenseful. The graveyard scene was slightly reminiscent of Harry Potter 4.
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